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Monday, January 17, 2022

ENGLISH is Not Her First Language

After all these months of accusations, Joss Whedon finally responded to Gal Gadot saying he threatened to ruin her career 

unless she did what he demanded in a scene she found to be in poor taste and demeaning.

Joss Whedon insisted that the “Wonder Woman” star had simply misunderstood him due to a communication barrier.

He said, “English is not her first language."


What Do You Think?


 What do you think Dr. King would think of what all races have done with his sacrifice?

I see a lot of clenched fists, 
few open hands.

Hate does not heal;

Hate wounds.

Dr. King lived by the wisdom of Gandhi.

Perhaps it is time for us to do so again.

Just saying is all.

Wednesday, January 5, 2022



A New York Times essay recently stated that modern fiction has lost its faith ...

that Christian belief figures into literary fiction in our place and time as something 

between a dead language and a hangover.

I believe it is worse than that:  

many books seem to have lost touch with the soul, the wonder, and the magic 

without which our prose tales are shallow pursuits of sensory titillation.  


There is a land not too far from where you sit right now.

Its velvet grasses miss the press of your feet.

The billowing clouds strain to see your body walk slowly up the rising hill.

The fragrant winds blow through the lonely tree branches, 

whispering your name as they seek some trace of you.

It is where the magic lives.

That realm is lonely, wondering where you have been.

And where have you and I been?

We have been caught up in the drudgery that writing has become. 

Burdened by life's duties and our own doubts,

Battered by the fears of the plague at our doors,

we have lost our way.

We have lost the magic.

Did we lose it straining for that first perfect sentence in our new novel?

Looking at the blank, impatient computer monitor 

did we forget the simple wonder of just writing the first simple sentence that occurred to us?

That creative power which bubbles so tingly at the beginning of our book quiets down after a time. 

The journey becomes slower and slower, the inertia of doubt steadily dragging our steps.

Do we continue doggedly on or do we stop to refresh ourselves?

The answer to that question determines whether we find our way back to the magic or not.

How do we refresh ourselves?

How do we refresh ourselves on a long wilderness walk? We stop by a stream and drink.

Drink of those poets and writers who sparked that love of the written word spoken in the lonely heart of the reader.

As a hiker takes shade under the canopy of a huge oak, 

listen to the music of those artists who stirred you to imagine images that you just had to write and make live in your own way.

Then, you shall write as a child writes ... 

not thinking of a result but thinking in terms of discovery as if you were hiking once again where the magic lives.

It is the Zen of writing

the creation takes place between your fingers and the keyboard, 

not before in a thought or afterwards in a recasting.

The magic is there waiting for you. It will come if you but get out of its way and let it in.

Saturday, January 1, 2022

Start the NEW YEAR Right


(In Hardback for only $14.99)

Resolutions suck the Joy 
right out of the start of the New Year, 
don't they?

Your Life is a book you write day by day.

Strive to make each day filled 
with more smiles and kindness
than you may feel like giving.

Each of us is a cave painting
which we create one 
brushstroke of action at a time.

How we behave, how we speak
are the gifts we are presenting 
to those in our lives.

Being the best versions of ourselves
will have us being good gifts.

Would you start my New Year off 
by buying my hardback?

The latest reviewer wrote that 
if Tolkien had come to America, 
he would have written like me.

Nice, right?

Friday, December 31, 2021



We certainly bear more scars, emotionally and physically, now than we thought we would two years ago. 

Still, the good thing about scars is that we get them by surviving the wounds that made them.


We've lost things that is true, but we had them for a precious time and for that we should remember to cherish the everyday things we have today 

which may not last out the upcoming uncertain year: friends, sight, pets, a warm home, food in our pantry.


What did Tennyson have Ulysses say just before setting sail for his last voyage onto an unknown sea?


Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.


What wind could possibly fill our sails this new year? Tenacious Hope. Hope that there will be glimpses of beauty, compassion, and bravery in the months to come.


Perhaps they will not be there for us, but we can give them to those we meet along our voyage. 

We can be torch-bearers to souls who need that light more than we know, more than we need it.


Should you stumble in the darkness in the months ahead, may you feel a strong hand reach out to grasp yours, steadying your steps.


In my World-View, we do not know the future, but there is One who holds that future. 

May we Hear His Voice in our ears when need it the most.


Happy New Year, my friends ... Roland